1 God, hath taken his place in the august assembly, In the midst of the gods, will he judge.

2 How long will ye judge perversely, And, the countenances of the lawless, uplift? Selah.

3 Vindicate the weak and the fatherless, The oppressed and the poor, see righted;

4 Deliver the weak sad the needy, Out of the hand of the lawless, make rescue.

5 They know not, neither can they perceive, In darkness, they wander, All the foundations of the earth do shake.

6 I, said, Gods, ye are, Yea, sons of the Highest, are ye all;

7 But indeed, like the earth-born, shall ye die! And, like one of the princes, shall ye fall!

8 Arise! O God, judge thou the earth, For, thou, wilt inherit all the nations.